So...It's September and day three of yet another diet and exercise program concludes. Rode ten miles on my exercise bike - 237 calories burned - one frozen yogurt bar consumed, followed by four bottles of water. Wondering how many calories consumed by running back and forth to the bathroom to pee. Whole wheat pasta and sauteed veggies for supper. Good until I had to make the man's lunch for tomorrow - licked a line of Becel off the butter knife like a junkie jonesing on a dare snort off a public toilet seat! Resisted the urge to wet my finger and tap up the white bread crumbs. More water!
Jobs applied for: none today. I think most HR offices are still experiencing extra-extra long weekend hangovers. Expecting job scene to pick up later in the week. Still fighting with Employment Insurance Canada for botched paperwork at their end = no money at my end. Hit the local Giant Tiger for .43 cans of tomato soup, two bucks off almost-expired milk and applesauce for the old gall bladder. (Note: the above veggies came from my garden.) If EI doesn't get off their ass soon and pay me, the cats will be eating better then we do. Still hoping something will come out of my hospital volunteer position. On the upside, if the gall bladder explodes, I can walk myself over to emerg and save on the ambulance transport fee.
Keep promising myself to work on removing the wallpaper - or what's left of it. I'd like to find the morons who owned this house before we did and smack their heads together! Contact cement on wallpaper borders - really?? Am learning to repair drywall. If it weren't for Wikipedia, we'd be living in a tent. Hope to move the first bookcase tomorrow. As usual, I'm up on a ladder when plot-defining scenes and witty dialogue pops into my head. I now keep a notebook on the ladder and a pen on a string. Must remember to shorten string - CATS!
Have decided to write another gay novel. This may have something to do with the demise of HQN Spice. The Reluctant Whore needs an edit in the worst way. Trying to decide where to send my fairy story.
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Just returned from the mailbox with October issue of Romantic Times. Nothing further will get done today. Must resist temptation to buy September Vogue until at least the weekend. Won't be able to get it off the rack anyway without a portable block and tackle.
Now...where are those historical fiction reviews??????
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